My first acquaintance with these gentry was now to be made.
As already said, I was not aware that any one was imitating me, in the somewhat disreputable rôle I was playing.
After watching my rival disappear within his doorway, I remained for some seconds in the street—undecided which way to go. I had done with “querido Francisco;” and intended to return to my quarters.
But where were they? Engrossed by my espionage I had made no note of the direction, and was now lost in the streets of La Puebla!
What was to be done? I stood considering.
All of a sudden I felt myself grappled from behind!
Both my arms were seized simultaneously, at the same time that a garota was extended across my throat!
They were strong men who had taken hold of me; but not strong enough to retain it.
I was then in the very vigour of my manhood; and, though it may seem vanity to say so, it was a vigour not easily overcome.
With a quick wrench, I threw off the two flankers; and turning suddenly—so that the garota was diverted from its purpose—I got a blow at the ruffian who held it that sent him face foremost upon the pavement.